As a child, Andreas Pereira would finish his football training and wait for his father to pick him up and take him home. The problem: his father, Marcos, was a senior professional at the same club, Lommel United in northern Belgium, and his own training session would often run late. One by one, Andreas’s friends would get picked up and leave. Slowly the car park would empty. Still he waited on his own. “They forgot about me,” he would think to himself.
The impatience and the impotence. The sensation of time passing, of being forgotten or overtaken, of wondering whether he would ever find home. In many ways these are the themes that would come to define Pereira’s career as an adult: a career that has taken in six clubs across a decade, and yet which feels as if it is only now beginning.
